Well the good thing about riding home in heavy rain, getting soaking wet, freezing cold and covered in mud (apart from the obvious fact that it is good to finally see proper rain again and there better be at least 20mm rain landing in the catchments because I could have squeezed at least that much from my clothes and hair when I got home), especially after a real shocker of a day (which included getting stuck at every red light on the way to my appointment – adding at least another 15 minutes than anticipated to the ride, which meant I got there just in time, but then the elevator did not seem to be working so I decided to take the stairs but then found myself trapped in the stairwell because every door was locked, including the one I got in by and there was this terrible obnoxiously loud machinery shaking the walls and I was afraid I’d never get out because no-one could hear me and my mobile wasn’t working! And the stairwell was completely isolated – a sign on the inside of level 3 stated that you are not supposed to use the stairwells, and apparently everyone else knew this. I envisioned being stuck in there forever or at least until my rotted corpse was discovered in the year 2078 when the building was being knocked down. But after running up and down 1o flights of stairs and trying every door and having a mini panic attack someone finally let me out after I banged up a storm on the door of level 3)...

...the good thing about getting very wet and very tired is that there is absolutely no excuse when you get home for not drying off, climbing into some PJs, putting on the heater, crawling onto the couch to rest my weary bones and veging in front of Big Brother with some very snuggly, affectionate cats. It makes it aaaallll worthwhile.